Feb 2019
The mirror showed another face
beauty hidden is now revealed
with a sharp contrast to the old
it’s still me after all
tint diverged from my own
with the gender close behind
each a difference I can’t dispute
as my heart was resolute
to convince a larger world
convey an image now my own
a transformation I can’t ignore
with outward to be observed
this was a symbol of myself
comeliness now expressed
asking for consciousness
of potential I could express.
© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190214.
beauty hidden is now revealed
with a sharp contrast to the old
it’s still me after all
tint diverged from my own
with the gender close behind
each a difference I can’t dispute
as my heart was resolute
to convince a larger world
convey an image now my own
a transformation I can’t ignore
with outward to be observed
this was a symbol of myself
comeliness now expressed
asking for consciousness
of potential I could express.
© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190214.
I had a dream in which I was a beautiful black woman. I knew this was me, transformed, but still a shift from my prior self. I don’t think the poem was saying, “become a black woman”, but I do think it was making a statement regarding how far a possible shift could go.
